We have had some amazing travel adventures thus far as The 6 Monthers. We have been to four continents, over a dozen countries, we have met some special people and seen things of such beauty that it is hard to imagine that we could find anything to rival it and yet, as we have kept traveling we have seen more beauty in different places and wondered at what we will see next.
One of these experiences came long before either of us was blogging. On a cold and dreary winter morning we took a magical trip to visit Glacier Grey in Torres del Paine National park in Chile. Getting to visit this region of Patagonia was one of Mike’s long time dreams and the vistas of the mountain peaks and the glaciers did not disappoint. However it wasn’t the park that holds the memory or the attraction that still resonates with us both these many years after our visit.
Our tour guide that day told us that something magical awaited us down by the beach. He said it would be something that we would have a hard time explaining to others who were not with us and if I had known how true this statement was I would have had a video camera running so that I could have recorded the sound. Our group this day was composed of all adults so we trudged down to the beach front and wondered if looking at the smaller icebergs which had broken off from the main iceberg was the attraction our guide had told us about.
As we stood at the water’s edge our guide told us to stand silently for a moment or two and to take it all in. It was then, while standing silently, that we heard what sounded like wind chimes; thousands and thousands of wind chimes. We began to look around. We were told to look down, into the water, and there it was, ice, tons and tons of ice lapping itself onto the beach sounding like the tinkling of ice in a giant glass. We were in awe.
Our guide told us that many people come here with whiskey glasses in hand to scoop up some of the glacier ice and then they open a bottle of some brew and they drink their drink with ice that might be a million years old. Think about that for a second. The ice we were looking at and hearing was broken from Glacier Grey; one of the largest and oldest glaciers on earth. Gives you pause doesn’t it?
Since our visit to the park I had seen an article in the news where thieves actually drove to the beach site and tried to make off with tons and tons of the ice to sell in fancy drinks someplace. That didn’t go over well with the Chilean government and the culprits were apprehended.
What triggered my walk down memory lane about the experience of the ice tinkling at Glacier Grey? Perhaps it was that winter is upon us here in Spain and at times the weather is cold; perhaps it is because the other day I passed a store that sold cheesy wind chimes; or better yet, it’s most likely because I walked the sand on the beach here in Torrevieja and as I listened to the sound of the waves hitting the beach I thought back to another amazing travel adventure we’ve had where we heard the ice from a million year old glacier hitting the beach, and I smiled.
Perhaps we’ll have to return to Glacier Grey bay someday to record the sound. Yes, a picture is worth a thousand words, but in this instance a recording might be worth a thousand pictures.